The location: an underground dungeon somewhere in North America. The time: early in the morning, when most people are still asleep. The occupant: A young woman who for some time now only answers to the name Babyfilth. Babyfilth stands naked with her wrists and ankles bound by rope. A leather gag in her mouth and a black hood over her head keeps her quiet and motionless. She takes measured breaths and waits for the owner of the dungeon to return. The owner goes by the name Molecular, and this morning his subject is the delicious Babyfilth. She feels the hands grabbing her firm, young flesh. He gropes her natural breasts and spanks her shaved pussy. A flogger stings her bare ass. Babyfilth hopes Molecular has come to visit her, but she can't be sure it is him. Maybe it is a stranger he invited in to torment her? A leather paddle smacks her breasts and tender thighs.
